I dunno, flocking might appear to soften the experience, but I’ll stick with trusty ol’ pages of Exchange & Mart .That’s one of those occasions where Albert’s solution actually made good sense, just sew all the samples together, bung em up and there ye go, save a ton of cash. Probably not the sort of thing a hungover person on the verge of a technicolour yawn needs to look at in the karzi though: a crazy quilt of mismatched colours and fabrics in every direction. Like wandering into an enclosed three dimensional Gustav Klimt painting, chances are it wouldn’t help .

Ilovesteptoe wrote:Having toilet paper, flock or not, in the seventies was a luxury. I can remember as a kid when times were tough use to wait for it to rain. Call it mother nature's bidet. The winter was a nightmare.

Gee, thanks for the visual ILS . We’ll never look at iced-lollies in the same way again . When mates and me were kids first out on our own, sharing flats & squats as one does, we’d sometimes use newspaper deliberately, a futile act of defiance but we were only young and it amused us at the time. Tabloids preferred for obvious reasons, but pretty much any newspaper would do, an uncomfortable but momentarily gratifying expression of disdain for yellow journalism .